Chapter 238

Countless poems passed through her mind one by one, not to mention that Luo qingluan was thinking hard about what was suitable. In front of her, everyone's eyes were focused on Su Yi to see how long it would take her to make a poem, and it was not an ordinary poem.

A maid had already lit sandalwood, and the smoke curled up, indicating the passage of time. Su Yi has to make a wonderful poem in a fragrant time, which everyone is looking forward to.

No one noticed Su Yi's nervousness. She was thinking hard, but she never wrote. One sentence flashed in my mind. This one is good, but I can't think of the next one... Even one, but the artistic conception is not suitable. The more she thought about it, the more time passed, and Su Yi became more nervous. Even her hands trembled slightly.

No, so many people are watching, and Lin Xianzhu and Wang Lao look like they expect. How can she calm down? Even if it's not easy to write a poem at ordinary times, not to mention now?

At the thought of the poem that Luo qingluan gave to Nangong Waner just now, that is the real eternal beauty. What ability can she make more than... No, even similar poems can't be made!

I'm afraid I'm going to lose face, and I'm still losing face in front of the teacher, not to mention that person!

If the crown prince sees her making a fool of herself, he will hate her very much. He thinks she has exceeded her ability and will look down on her? Indeed, she succeeded in attracting the attention of the crown prince, but she was disgusted. She really asked for trouble.

If it weren't for her delusion, she wouldn't make a fool of herself later

All kinds of negative emotions flashed from Su Yi's heart. Her face was full of death and regret, and the pen in her hand was slowly put down. She really can't think of it. In that case, why waste everyone's time? Forget it?

"Time is coming. Why hasn't sister Yi started yet?" Suddenly, a subtle voice came into her ears. Su Yi turned her head and saw that it was Wei Chi Lianqing. The latter couldn't bear it, but a look of schadenfreude flashed in her eyes, as if laughing at her.

Su Yi doesn't know why. She and Wei Chi Lianqing have always been friends. Both sides know each other's abilities. Wei Chi Lianqing can't help the princess write a poem. In fact, she can't do it. I'm afraid Nangong Waner has doubts about the poem just now. If she really can't do the second one, she will definitely think that she copied the first one.

Anyway, it's already so. Shame is certain, and Su Yi doesn't have the heart to explain.

Forget it, give up. Don't think about anything. Don't take part in such an occasion in the future. As for the prince... She doesn't belong to her. Why should Xiao think about it?

Just as Su Yi was so frustrated that she completely gave up and put down her pen, there was a gust of fragrance nearby, and a figure came over: "Su Yi, are you ready?" It was Luo qingluan's voice. Su Yi almost wanted to cry.

"Qingluan, I......"

Before he finished, Luo qingluan said loudly, "eh, I've figured it out. Well, Suyi, I'll help you polish the ink. You can write it down and show it to everyone." Just when Su Yi was slightly stunned and didn't know what she was going to do, Luo qingluan whispered in a voice that only she could hear: "come on, start writing. I've already thought of a song for you."

What, have you come up with a suitable poem? She really wants to help herself?

Su Yi didn't expect that she was stunned on the spot by her unexpected surprise. Luo qingluan touched her by grinding ink and whispered something. Su Yi suddenly came back.

Luo qingluan just read

Is that what she thinks for herself? It's not a poem, it's a word... But it's too... Too, too unexpected. Su Yilue was so excited that she couldn't help herself. Instead of being bad, this word completely expressed her mood at the moment.

The reason why she promised to participate in the poetry meeting was that she risked humiliation to write poetry. If she didn't have this extremely slim idea, how could she be so impulsive?

Yes, Su Yi did all this for Nangong Qing!

I just hope to make a poem amazing and let Nangong Qing notice her. In order to make him like her, she doesn't hesitate to do something she hates, that is, borrow other people's things as her own. Although Luo qingluan showed that she was helping her and agreed, in Su Yi's heart, it was immoral.

However, for Nangong Qing, she even coerced her usual tutor, which must be said to be crazy.

"Can you hear me?" Luo qingluan's urging sounded next to him: "then write quickly. The time is coming."

Su Yi was so excited that she suddenly realized that the sandalwood burning next to her was burning to the end and was about to go out. She finally nodded, hurriedly wrote down the words Luo qingluan whispered to her just now.

"One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, and the smoke and water are cold..."

While sharpening the ink, Luo qingluan watched Su Yi write down the words she just said word by word. The beautiful little regular script leaps to the surface of the paper, writes quickly and flows freely, but it reveals a touch of affection between the lines.

Obviously, the poem she chose was right in Su Yi's mind, so she felt it.

All around, the people talked loudly, obviously because Su Yi really came up with poetry at the last minute, which surprised everyone.

"I really thought of it. I don't know what poem Princess Ruolan wrote?"

"If it's not as good as the song 'Autumn' of the previous three princesses, it's useless to write it again!" Someone sneered.

"Not necessarily. Maybe Princess Ruolan really came up with a good one? Otherwise, how dare she let so many of us stay through the mouth of Princess Chu and watch her write a poem? And the old Wang himself made the topic, which is too popular?"

"Look, I'll finish it right away. I'm afraid it's really good."

"Hahaha, if it's really good, we'll wait for Lin Daru to praise Princess Ruolan."

This is, a clear and mellow male voice sounded: "according to this palace, maybe Princess Ruolan will really surprise people."

Someone just wanted to refute, but it was Nangong Qing who was talking. He immediately turned pale and swallowed his words: "yes, the prince said that Princess Ruolan is as talented as Princess Yiyang! She must have made a good sentence, so..."

"Look." Nangong Qing said that, went straight forward, stood behind Luo qingluan and Su Yi and said, "how, Princess Ruolan has finished writing?"

Luo qingluan turned back and smiled at him and said, "almost. Your highness, please wait a moment."

After writing the last word, Su Yi finally put down her pen, picked up the peach blossom Xuan in front of her, looked at it again, and read it again. Almost all the emotions that were about to come out turned into entities and flew out of her heart.

This word is really wonderful. It is completely tailored for her and pour out her mind with the help of one word.

"Since Princess Ruolan has finished writing, will you take a look at it first?" Nangong Qing said politely.

From being strange at the beginning to trying to accept later, and now seeing Su Yi so daring to show in front of others, he almost saw a brave girl like Luo qingluan again. But he knew that Su Yi was different from Luo qingluan. She was more gentle than her. Her eyes were calm and reserved with a young lady, but a unique temperament attracted him a little bit.

When his eyes fell on the words on the paper, Nangong Qing looked at a line, and the whole person was shocked.

"One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke and water is cold, Acacia maple leaf pill..." he couldn't help but read it out softly.

Nangong Qing's voice was clear and bright, and everyone immediately calmed down, while Lin Xianzhu and others who had been waiting brightened their eyes: "hmm? This... Is a word? A word made in such a short time?"

Old Wang frowned: "my title is' Chrysanthemum '. Why is this word... Not reflected at all? Acacia... Ha ha, my little daughter is in a good mood."

According to Wang Lao's ability, it is natural to hear that Su Yi's word is full of affection. It is really a love poem. If it had not been for the implicit affection, there would have been no straightforward way to say love, but with the word "Acacia", I'm afraid he would have said that it was not very elegant in public.

Nangong Waner was the first to laugh. After waiting for a long time, she was always worried that Su Yi's poetry would surpass her, and even directly pointed out that the song "autumn" was made by herself. Unexpectedly, the title of Wang Lao written by Su Yi in public was completely off topic.

Nangong Waner covered her mouth and smiled with disdain in her tone: "what's the matter, Suyi? Old Wang's topic is chrysanthemum. Although you wrote it in a fragrant time, don't say a chrysanthemum word, not even a flower word."

Wei Chi Lianqing also changed her attitude towards Luo qingluan because Su Yi was friendly with her. She thought that the autumn song was made by Su Yi and was somewhat jealous, Wen Yan also sneered: "sister Yi, don't Scribble because you're worried. Every sentence in your word implies affection. I know what you want to express, but... After all, you're a girl. You should be reserved. It's not good to do so, right?"

The crowd immediately laughed and looked at Su Yi without scruples. However, Luo qingluan said, "you didn't finish listening and commented. Are you in a hurry?"

At first glance, Luo qingluan was talking. Although she was not polite, no one made an excuse because of her identity. Just when Nangong Waner wanted to make a sound, she might as well speak to Nangong Qing: "third sister, I think Princess Ruolan is a good word. I'll evaluate it after I read it."

"How good can it be? Can it be better than my song just now?" Nangong Waner skimmed her lips.

"Don't say, this word is absolutely not bad," Nangong Qing smiled at Nangong Waner and shook his head. "If my brother hadn't seen the autumn meaning you wrote just now, I really doubt whether you wrote it?"

"Brother, how can you say that about me? How can you believe your sister so much?" Nangong Waner was a little guilty, but she still denied it loudly.

Nangong Qing smiled and didn't care. He only said, "listen to me and compare it again."

After listening to the first half of the sentence, Lin Xianzhu was also very curious: "well, please ask the crown prince to finish the second half of the sentence."

"Yes." Nangong Qing straightened the rice paper in his hand, smiled and continued: "chrysanthemums are open, chrysanthemums are broken, stuffed geese fly high, people haven't returned, a curtain of wind and moon is idle."

Before the voice fell, Lin Xianzhu looked at Su Yi with wonderful eyes and said with satisfaction: "good words, good words... Su Yi, you really didn't let me down!" After that, she looked at Nangong Qing beside her and said meaningfully: "Your Highness, the word Su Yi has exhausted her talent to make such a touching word, and it was written in a short time. What do you think?"